Christmas Cheer Poem by Gerry Legister

When I have much I am glad, but if I have no wine
I justly contend myself with water or cheap beer,
and wish I could find some hotel to pass the time
celebrating yuletide and enjoying a good cheer.

Year end is about the most bonus I get from work,
contending with reprimands inside the door,
It will be Christmas cheer for bosses and staff,
Wishing prosperity but not aware that I am poor.

Waving handbook in every fluctuating event
running meaningless figures to compensate profit,
I will be just as content with a dollar or a cent,
if I go empty, than to be treated as a fool sold out.

With all losses quickly sent away where life went,
hearing my name mention in what ridicule meant.